Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
05.May.12, 10:02 AM
Indivara resisted the urge to arch her eyebrows at the older boy, for she knew from the simple twitch before the motion could even be carried out that it would hurt far too much to carry through with it. Instead, she gave him a very flat look in the mirror and wondered when she could take some more painkillers, for she was pretty sure kerrin was making her head ache on the inside as well as where the stitchery was beginning to throb insistently. Her numbweed and fellis was obviously wearing off, and whatever other pain medication Talian currently had prescribed for her.
"Does 'y hair," Indivara asked very carefully, speaking through her teeth in order to avoid moving her lips or facial features at all, and as such, found she could for the most part be well understood. She noted it added to the particularly irritable expression that was currently at home in the eyes of her reflection - not, of course, that she was looking to see if she looked intimi- Whatever, it looked brilliant, although she personally could have done without the bruises and stitches. She looked like she'd been in a hell of a fight and come out a very sore loser and she never lost a fight! "Look like leather?" Her hair was nothing like the strips of dead animals Kerrin was so fond of playing with!
Sniffing with disdainful irritation, Indivara took to examining her face with a sour expression. She didn't like it, but had been given little hope that they would fade very well. Looks had never been all that high on her list of important things, and she often made digs at Kerrin about being so concerned about how he looked. But she had at least had the potential to look pretty! (Well, her mother said so and sometimes if Kerrin was in an odd mood he would insinuate as much in his round-a-bout way) But now? Indivara held no illusions as to ever being considered pretty. Horrific, oh sure. But attractive was, in her opinion, scratched off the list with the little bronze's sharp claws. She wasn't sure why it even mattered, she'd never cared before, so why start now? Perhaps because it is no longer even an option, she decided, cutting her gaze away from her own reflection to resume glaring at Kerrin.
"Tine?" She asked suddenly, meeting Kerrin's gaze in the mirror with a frown. Her mother would not be impressed with her if she were late to see the Weyrleader, and Indivara had no idea how long she had spent in the bath house. A long time, she knew that much at least, but whether she had plenty of time left or not was questionable. Of course, the girl didn't really give two hoots or a green whether she was on time to see the Weyrleader. She knew she was in for a long lecture, some form of punishment, and to be dismissed to go back home again. None of them things she was in any quick hurry to live through. "Eh," she shrugged slightly, but stopped swiftly, when it pulled at her shoulders and chest, using the mild movement and the sound to indicate that, actually, she didn't care what the time was.
"Does 'y hair," Indivara asked very carefully, speaking through her teeth in order to avoid moving her lips or facial features at all, and as such, found she could for the most part be well understood. She noted it added to the particularly irritable expression that was currently at home in the eyes of her reflection - not, of course, that she was looking to see if she looked intimi- Whatever, it looked brilliant, although she personally could have done without the bruises and stitches. She looked like she'd been in a hell of a fight and come out a very sore loser and she never lost a fight! "Look like leather?" Her hair was nothing like the strips of dead animals Kerrin was so fond of playing with!
Sniffing with disdainful irritation, Indivara took to examining her face with a sour expression. She didn't like it, but had been given little hope that they would fade very well. Looks had never been all that high on her list of important things, and she often made digs at Kerrin about being so concerned about how he looked. But she had at least had the potential to look pretty! (Well, her mother said so and sometimes if Kerrin was in an odd mood he would insinuate as much in his round-a-bout way) But now? Indivara held no illusions as to ever being considered pretty. Horrific, oh sure. But attractive was, in her opinion, scratched off the list with the little bronze's sharp claws. She wasn't sure why it even mattered, she'd never cared before, so why start now? Perhaps because it is no longer even an option, she decided, cutting her gaze away from her own reflection to resume glaring at Kerrin.
"Tine?" She asked suddenly, meeting Kerrin's gaze in the mirror with a frown. Her mother would not be impressed with her if she were late to see the Weyrleader, and Indivara had no idea how long she had spent in the bath house. A long time, she knew that much at least, but whether she had plenty of time left or not was questionable. Of course, the girl didn't really give two hoots or a green whether she was on time to see the Weyrleader. She knew she was in for a long lecture, some form of punishment, and to be dismissed to go back home again. None of them things she was in any quick hurry to live through. "Eh," she shrugged slightly, but stopped swiftly, when it pulled at her shoulders and chest, using the mild movement and the sound to indicate that, actually, she didn't care what the time was.
